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Sleep, IDK sleep, it's summertime! Oh... she caught me.
[It is the third day without sleep.]
[This is not the first time the Reverend Daughter, Harrowhark Nonagesimus, has gone several days without sleep, but it is the first time she has done so since becoming Harrowhark the First and creating the inseparable feedback loop bond with one Gideon Nav. It's impossible to avoid each other. It's impossible to avoid anyone really, considering the low population on board the spacecraft. Does that stop Harrow from trying? No, it does not.]
[She has sequestered herself in the library after taking a very long very cold bath. The dark circles under her eyes are hidden by her greasepaint- a luxury she has insisted on keeping even though she is technically no longer Ninth. She simply feels immodest without it. The broken blood vessels in her eyes are perfectly clear, though.]
[She is reading standing up, at one of the book holders, with her notebook set out on the corner of it with a little nub for writing with. She sways a little, if she forgets to focus, but surely nobody would notice... right?]
[This is not the first time the Reverend Daughter, Harrowhark Nonagesimus, has gone several days without sleep, but it is the first time she has done so since becoming Harrowhark the First and creating the inseparable feedback loop bond with one Gideon Nav. It's impossible to avoid each other. It's impossible to avoid anyone really, considering the low population on board the spacecraft. Does that stop Harrow from trying? No, it does not.]
[She has sequestered herself in the library after taking a very long very cold bath. The dark circles under her eyes are hidden by her greasepaint- a luxury she has insisted on keeping even though she is technically no longer Ninth. She simply feels immodest without it. The broken blood vessels in her eyes are perfectly clear, though.]
[She is reading standing up, at one of the book holders, with her notebook set out on the corner of it with a little nub for writing with. She sways a little, if she forgets to focus, but surely nobody would notice... right?]
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[ She can probably feel Gideon smile against her. She can certainly feel the reward nip Gideon puts on her ear.
Then that’s all the warning she gets before Gideon sits up and grabs her by the legs. A moment later Harrow is folded over on herself with her head and shoulders against the bed and her cunt in the air. A couple pillows are stuffed unceremoniously under back to keep her comfy, while Gideon’s strength keeps her legs up.
It’s a beautiful sight. Harrow, drunk on praise, skin flush, paint smeared, eyes lidded with pent up need. Gideon has to stop and admire the view for a moment before peppering kisses inside her thigh. ]
Fuck, you can’t imagine how good you look. Just for me, only for me.
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[Her chest feels wobbly already, when she's suddenly flipped ass up it feels like all of her insides go flipping around too. She yelps, clinging onto the bed to steady her swimming brain.
And there is Gideon, grinning down at her from between her thighs, still saying possessive filthy things. No longer pressed together, Harrow feels even more filthy herself, her hair bedraggled and her face surely smeared to shit. Of course Gideon would love that, the psycho.]
As if I'd ever let anyone else even try.
[To win against her, to get her naked, to own her in remotely half the way that Gideon does, take your pick.]
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[ God it’s SO good. She might still be copping an attitude, but Gideon can see Harrow coming apart. There’s no longer any token protest to being manhandled, or teased, or ogled. Maybe she should get down to business but it’s so hard not to take a moment to revel in her victory.
She wouldn’t mind hearing some filth from Harrow herself, but that’s a tall order. Besides, there’s plenty of time to coax that out of her when her defenses have been further dismantled. For now, her begging should be rewarded.
She places a few kitten licks along Harrow’s hooded clit, then pulls back to blow gently on the shining wetness. ]
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[Gideon wouldn't enjoy it if Harrow lost the attitude anyway.
More snark is on the tip of her tongue, seeing how smug the cavalier is with herself, but she doesn't get the chance. Instead all the air rushes out between her teeth in a hiss. She pulls at the covers more, arching her back as if she could push against Gideon's mouth and get more. Her legs curl, heels digging into back muscles.]
Nav.
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Say my name, loser.
[ Then two things happen in quick succession: one hand comes down hard on the meager meat of Harrow’s thigh, and before Harrow can do much as yelp, Gideon finally takes her clit in her mouth to give it a good, warm suck. ]
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[All of that together very successfully leaves Harrow with breath trapped in stasis. It comes out afterward all in a whoosh. She's unable to even manage a sound in response for a moment more, breathing hard.]
You bitch.
[Her knees bend more, trying to pull Gideon in and hold her there.]
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And, of course, she pays careful attention to how close Harrow is to coming. ]
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[That laughter inspires a spike of something Harrow isn't sure how to name. It makes her bare her teeth either way. Not that she manages to maintain that kind of sass, with Gideon growing fucking relentless. Harrow gasps and squirms, squeezing her knees around the cav's head. At least she doesn't pull away, but the fact that she doesn't is a kind of torture all on its own.
It is pretty obvious as always when Harrow starts to get close. She thrashes all the more, her breathing erratic. Most telling is what comes out of her mouth in a rushed groan.]
Gideon.
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Give it to me, Harrow. Let’s see it. Let go.
[ And she dives back in with all the more enthusiasm. ]
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[Let go is a tall order for Harrowhark, and normally she would remind Gideon of this. Normally, though, she's not having her cunt relentlessly sucked on. She groans out a strangled swear or two, trying to hold off out of spite.
Gideon knows her body too well, though, and soon enough there are stars exploding behind her eyelids and her whole body is lit up with oxytocin. Her thighs squeeze in tight around Gideon's ears.]
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[Carry her through it she does. The waves of it seem to go on and on and Harrow is limp spaghetti by the time her body settles, gulping air. Her paint is an absolute mess.]
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[ Gideon kisses at her inner thighs and brings her back down to the bed. She’s ready for a round 2 if Harrow needs it, but she has a suspicion she might be done. ]
How you feeling, champ?
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[Groans and grumbles, but allows herself to be ragdolled. After a few deep breaths she makes her legs move, wrapping around Gideon and squeezing, pulling her down if she can.]
I will get you back for this.
[She hisses through a blush. Stop praising her, God!!!!!]
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Maybe so, sweetheart, but first you’re getting a good night’s sleep.
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[Weighted Gideon blanket... Good. Uneven sex... not good.]
I will... fucking... destroy you...
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[ Kisses her forehead. ]
Think you can let me go long enough to grab a washcloth or two?
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[Thinks about it real hard. Then opens up like a starfish.]
Fine.
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[ She pops off to their en suit bathroom, and there is the sound of water running. ]
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[She is not comparing you to God and she is not thinking about God right now eww.]
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she comes back with two washcloths and a bottle of the mineral oil that takes off the grease paint. First, though, she kneels down by Harrow’s legs with the washcloth that just has warm water. ]
May I?
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[Ugh this is even more embarrassing than the sex. She sighs and closes her eyes, trying to muster some sort of authoritative tone.]
Well, you asked so nicely.
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[Her life is SO HARD. She fights the urge to squirm, her face twitching a little. She's fuckin sensitive after that, okay.]
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OK. Paint time.
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